FROM MY BRAIN TO INK ?

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I know what I want
I think I even know how to get there
But who will become along the journey
What would I have to do to get there
What will be left of the old me when I get there
Will it survive?
The part of me I cherish
Will it be worth
but I can’t stay here either
I have to move
Cuz life waits for no one
But to which future
To the one I think I want at the risk of loosing myself
Or the safe one with lesser risks
Comfort or Glory.